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The Eternal Night #108

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When Ari heard the bell on the door ring he looked up and smiled.

"Randolph! I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays! How the hell ya been?"

I approached the counter and stuck my hand out. Ari put his little hand in mine and squeezed it like a vise grip.

I winced and said, "Haven't lost any of your strength, have you?"

He chuckled, "Nope! How you been keepin' since you left the game?"

"Oh fair," I said, "you should come by the cafe. Drinks are on me."

"Thanks, Randolph. But jazz and poetry recitals ain't my bag."

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    I don’t quite remember what exactly might be Ari’s bag, but poetry certainly ain’t!

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